Enjoy me

“That is a beautiful sight,” he said to himself, admiring her posed body at his feet. He had knelt her at the foot of the bed, her torso chest down against the covers. Her arms were stretched above her head, bound at the wrist with soft rope. He had blindfolded her with his tie, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Her legs were kept apart by the spreader bar, attached at each ankle with a leather buckle, leaving her exposed and at his mercy.

As his eyes ran over her skin, she could sense his gaze and she shivered, goosebumps coming up on her arms and thighs. Her breathing was shallow and quickening as she waited for his ministrations to begin.

This is what she had hoped for with the invitation she had left on the hotel bed, knowing he would arrive before her.

A simple note saying “Enjoy me.”

By the time she joined him in the room, he had finished his glass of wine, and was wearing just his suit trousers. When she had entered, he was seated on the edge of the desk with that devilish grin on his lips.

“Close the door and lose the dress,” he had instructed. She stood before him, eyes locked on his, as she slipped her heeled shoes off her feet. She slowly untied the belt of her wrap dress letting the fabric slip through her fingers as the dress fell open. She watched his eyes darken...